Interesting Dream

Last night I had a dream very similar to the movie "Chances Are".  I dreamt that I had died in a car accident.  When I died, I went to what I think was heaven.  I was moved to a huge white waiting room.  When my name was called I headed to the counter.  The person there told me it wasn't my time to advance yet and I would be going back.  I really wanted to get back and see my wife.  They told me I wouldn't remember anything after they gave me a shot, but I wasn't paying attention.  All I wanted to do was get back.  I was shuffled into a line and told it was time to go.... not wanting to not remember I jumped the line and got sent back without the shot. 

To my surprise I was born a girl.  The memories of my past life soon faded after being born.  I grew up like the average girl.  I lived in California and was really into theatre and costuming.  I decided to go to college at the State of California University.  It was there that I met the man of my dreams.  He was wonderful.  There was something very familiar about him.  He was from Connecticut.  We started dating my sophomore year.  At the end of the spring semester he convinced me to fly back to Connecticut to meet his family.  As we got off the plane I was getting a very deja vu moment.  Like I had been in that airport before, but it was impossible as I had never been to Connecticut.  As we walked out of the airport, his parents were there to pick us up.  As we turned the corner and they were in view, I got a rush of memories.  I was starting to remember my past life and who I was.  I tried to compose myself and pass it off as being weary from the long flight.  But things got worse.

As we drove and his parents talked I couldn't get over the feeling that I knew them.  As we pulled up to their yellow house that sat atop a slight hill, I got more flashes of memories.  As I had been there before many years ago.  A dog greeted us as we went to the back of the house around the hot tub.  I got more flashes.  Somehow I mentioned to my boyfriend that I was having major deja vue.  I asked him if he ever had a dog named Beisley.  He was shocked.  He asked how I knew that.  He hadn't mentioned Beisley to me before.  I said somehow I just knew.  We walked in the house and I was getting more odd feelings.  I could picture myself there before.  Making cookies, parties, and other random events.  I walked over to their fridge and they had a picture of man on there that took my breathe away.  I suddenly realized that I was looking at an image of myself from my last life.  As that realization popped into my head, my alarm went off and I woke up. 

Ugh. 

Why do I always wake up just as the dreams start getting real good.  This would be a good one to continue if I could re-dream dreams.